Destroying the Black Death
"Anderson, you guys go after the other ships."
Luther shouted to his first mate, then his entire body was lifted by a powerful gust of air, flying alone towards the "Black Death." The wind howled in his ears, and the sailing warship rapidly enlarged in his field of vision. He could clearly see the terrified expressions on the pirates' faces on the deck.
"Boom!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The pirates desperately tried to stop him, bombarding him with long guns and short cannons, but the bullets lost their effect as they reached him, being manipulated by him and returned to their senders. A burst of blood erupted on the deck of the Black Death.
When Luther landed, the deck was covered in blood.
He wondered where the "Vice Admiral of Ailment" was hiding, as the shadow beneath him spread upwards and quickly formed Greatsword Abyssal his hand.
"Thump thump thump!"
A series of hurried footsteps echoed from inside the cabin, and several pirates rushed up. From Luther's perspective, their Spirit Body radiated Beyonder Characteristic light, clearly indicating they were extraordinary beings, with the strongest among them having reached Sequence 6.
The moment they saw Luther with their own eyes, their faces Distortion slightly with fear.
"Let's all attack together and buy the captain some time!"
As if trying to drive away his fear, the burly man at the head roared and charged at Luther, wielding a greatsword. He was Sergei Belikov, the first mate of the "Black Death." Following him were the second mate, the third mate, and the Sailor.
Third mate, "The Silver Tongue" Misor King, pulled out a few coins from his pocket. He intended to toss them to the [Blood Bishop] opposite him as a "Bribery" to weaken his strength. The other extraordinary crew members were also in action, either preparing to attack or providing support.
Before their abilities could take effect, they saw Luther on the other side swing his Dark Greatsword at them.
The Greatsword was pitch black, as if it had absorbed all light, and its surface was also shrouded in terrifying air currents. The violent wind tore through the air, producing an explosive roar that further enhanced the Greatsword's sharpness.
Misor King watched helplessly as the coin he had thrown was shredded into dust by the Storm. The first mate, with his strong physique, only lasted a moment longer than the coin before being split in two and turned into dust.
"Oops."
The thought had barely crossed his mind when the Greatsword appeared before him, its Abyssal blackness filling his vision and Destruction all his Consciousness.
Looking down from above, after Luther swung his sword, the entire superstructure of the "Black Death" was Destruction. Like a paper house caught in Storm, in an instant, planks scattered, debris flew everywhere, and terrified pirates were thrown into the air, only to be shredded into Blood Fog before they could even scream.
Oh, you're here.
Shipwreckage, debris, bits of flesh, and blood rained down. Luther found Tracy in a room where the roof had been torn off. She looked exactly like the Portrait on the wanted poster: long, black, curly hair, azure eyes, and a stunningly beautiful face.
"[Blood Bishop] Your Excellency, I don't know what I did wrong to offend you."
Tracy was caught in the Storm; her clothes were torn, and several shocking, bright red wounds marred her fair skin. She looked at Luther, her frail expression utterly pitiful. "Can't we resolve this through communication?"
There seemed to be a subtle magic in her words, making people unable to help but feel affection for her.
The Demoness's "instigation"!
However, Luther simply looked at her coldly, showing no sign of being tempted.
"Brush!"
The pitch-black shadows spread rapidly, engulfing the entire Black Death.
"Aaaaaah!"
Desperate and agonizing cries rose and fell, those of the remaining crew members who had not perished under Luther 'Blade of Flesh and Spirit. They were swallowed by shadows, and in that endless darkness, the darkest sins within their hearts were drawn out, grew, and took over their Consciousness, leading them into the Abyss of Degeneration.
Tracy is also shrouded in darkness, struggling in the torment of Degeneration.
The other pirates' voices quickly subsided. In their previous sea voyages, most of them had committed irreparable sins, their Spirituality roots Filth, and with the slightest guidance, they would utterly Degeneration and become part of Luther's shadow.
"Sizzle."
The shadows that had enveloped the entire ship slowly receded, Luther looked ahead with slight surprise.
He discovered that Tracy remained conscious and hadn't succumbed to his shadow. Although her hair had grown thick and her eyes were filled with Frenzy, teetering on the brink of complete insanity, she had somehow managed to withstand the power of her own Degeneration!
What is this? As a member of the Demoness Sect, how could he still retain a shred of goodness?
That's ridiculous.
Luther gave a soft, cold laugh and stepped forward.
The Potion boiled within him, urging and tempting him to unleash his power again, to utterly Destruction Tracy and drag her into the Abyss of Degeneration. He Consciousness opened his palm towards her.
Don't hurt her!
Someone stumbled over from a distance and stood in front of the agonizing Tracy. It was a beautiful blonde maid. Although her face was filled with fear, she still protected Tracy behind her.
Luther frowned as he looked at her, then suddenly a thought struck him.
No, something was off with me just now.
He suddenly realized that he had almost gone down the Error path of Acting again, thus recklessly using his Degeneration abilities.
Having figured this out, Luther took a deep breath, as if he could feel the Potion in his body being further digested.
However, even if he couldn't completely Degeneration Tracy, he had other ways to deal with her.
"Let's do it."
Luther spoke to the void.
Then the red-haired, golden-eyed M appeared quietly. She nimbly approached Tracy and then plunged her finger directly into her head!
"Ahh."
Tracy's eyes rolled back, and she murmured Consciousness. This sight terrified the blonde maid, who couldn't see M at all and could only futilely hold Tracy's convulsing body, screaming helplessly.
"It'll be alright soon, honey."
M comforted her in an incredibly gentle voice, her fingers gently stirring Tracy's brain, digging into her deepest memories.
Suddenly, her gentle and calm face froze.
"What's wrong?"
Upon seeing this, Luther immediately asked.
M quickly turned to him.
"Careful!"
She said, "Tracy's mother is a Sequence 3 Demoness!"
"Click."
A faint cracking sound came from the floor behind Tracy. A small round mirror had shattered in the middle, and bright red blood gushed out from the crack, quickly flowing out and spreading across the entire floor.
The blood quickly formed a strange symbol.